A lamp once hung in an ancient town
at the corner of a street,
Where the wind was keen, and the way was dark,
and the rain would often beat;
And all night long, its light would shine
to guide the travelers' feet.
The lamp was rough and plain and old,
and the storm had beaten it sore;
No, not a thing one would care to show,
whatever it had been before.
But no one thought what the lantern was,
'twas the light that within it bore.
~ Author Unknown
A lovely, well-crafted reminder that it is He who is the light, not me ♥